Damian needed his phone so badly, not being with it was a great disadvantage to him. He decided to send his assistant who had been silent since the time he rushed to Bianca. He felt he was at fault, he hadn't been a responsible doctor and a master, he might be his doctor but he was also an Intern assigned to him. He didn't know if he could leave Bianca to him and go for the phone himself. “Eric?” “I am sorry, I know I haven't been so active and been someone you hoped for. I promise to make it up to you in any way possible” “It's okay, doc! You will always be my mentor and my idol. It hurts that I couldn't help you more than this!” Damian was expecting something different, he was expecting an accusation but at least he was happy with the result. He took it as an opportunity and projected his mind. “Eric, some things are going on and they are huge, I wish I could tell you more. I am not sure if leaving Bianca to you till I go home to pick up my phone will be a great thing o

The air outside Mike's house is cold. The flashing lights from police vehicles cast a soft disco glow on the street as officers moved about, their voices mixing with the distant noise of the city. Damian's gaze remained locked on Regina as she was shoved into the back of a police car, her lips curling into a smirk that sent an uneasy chill down his spine. He had seen that expression before—one that spoke of secrets, of a dangerous game still in play. A familiar voice cut through his thoughts. "Do you still believe I have something to do with Regina?" Damian turned sharply to face Mike, who stood there with an air of unsettling calmness. His arms were crossed, his face unreadable. He was delighted not to have seen the cuffs in his hand but he knew Bruno wasn't foolish to have believed because he said he was innocent, there is more. Damian’s jaw clenched. "Then explain what she was doing in your house and tell me how you were able to convince Bruno because you have always been on hi

The sheriff’s station was eerily quiet, but the tension in the air was suffocating. Officers moved frantically, voices rising as confusion spread like wildfire. The news had broken just minutes ago—Regina was gone. Not a single sign of forced entry. No broken locks. No alarms were triggered. She had simply disappeared. Damian stepped into the chaos, his jaw clenched tight as his eyes darted around. Bruno was already there, standing in the middle of the station floor with his hands on his hips, glaring at the officers scrambling around him. "What the hell happened?" Damian demanded, his tone sharp, cutting through the noise. Bruno exhaled sharply. "We don’t know yet. She was locked up, secured, and the next thing we know, she’s gone." Damian ran a hand through his hair, frustration building in his chest. "That doesn’t make sense. No one saw anything? No one heard anything?" A low murmur swept through the officers, but no one had an answer. Then came a soft voice from the side. "

“See who we have here?” Andrew approached Charlotte who had her face squeezed in anger. He couldn't help but wonder what else he had done wrong. Andrew thought about how she would always come to give him an extra warning on how he could treat her sister even when her sister was the bad bitch. So he thought she had come with another warning yet he couldn't help but think about what it could be since he had barely talked to Eleanor that day not like he didn't want to but because she chose not to. “Andrew La Pete, we need to talk,” She said dismissively leaving no room for argument. Charlotte was the only girl who could approach or demand his presence anytime she liked with her sister. Their family is not the kind of family that could be crossed and Andrew knew that just well and that's why he had still stuck to them, in Texas the Lá péte rule but here in LA the Greys win. “Fine! If you insist” Andrew checked around for any restaurant which he found after a few minutes of checking.

“You have to be careful who you trust” Those words are like a string of violin being played on different bases. It had been a while since he had a chance to visit Grey. Neither had he come for his checkup. He had been hooked up and stuck in clearing his name; he took everything in his power to build. He wished she could wait and expatiate more in what he meant than to leave him in another piece of mess to work on. “Damian-” Bruno forced him out of his trance, he had been talking to him while Damian felt lost in his reverie. “Have you been listening?” “Sorry, Detective. I was carried away…..So you were saying something about Regina!” “Yeah. I think I found a trail and I want you to know-” Damian scoffed at the first sentence; he had always had his hope high in Bruno, and he knew he would get to the root of things. He had been known for his dedication to his work, especially when it comes to teen assault and much more like his own case. Damian has noticed his reaction to som